In response to the question of what any of this is, you offered an alternative. Forget all that, you said, and come inside. We moved among your impossible bodies. Stair spindles became towers of refuge, ventilation gates morphed into window frames. You took the leather skins of sacred texts and stitched one house at a time. You stitched a neighborhood of these, suspended from the ceiling. Welcome! You called. What you gave us was neither nature nor a matter of belief, but their shapeshifting beyonds. Here is an intricate network of colored glass, the view unbound by familiars. That you may better see inside you, you offered, and out again.
Inspired by the work of mixed-media artist Chiffon Thomas.
2 thoughts on “Camouflage Optics”
I always wondered how I might move within things, imagining thin places in which I might travel from one end of the world to the other. Years later, I am still looking for doors to the inside.
Right there with you on this, Michael : )